
Originally Posted by
Melalvai
It's time for another update, though I don't really have any news. My paper is inching ever so slowly to submission (that is, being submitted to a journal, not becoming submissive), which was my boss' final requirement for that letter I need so sorely.
The old lab is being packed up and sent north. Concerned that my supplies would get shipped with everything else, I contacted the prospective new boss and asked if I could have a little storage space. He promptly contacted my current boss who responded to me with "You must make a list, and you can't have anything that's not on that list!"
The request for a list of what I'm taking it reasonable. It is NOT reasonable to tack that on as yet another requirement for that bloody letter. This is entirely what I expected though. I would not be at all surprised if this is how he treats me through the entire month of June--"You've done A, B, and C as I requested, but now you have to do D, E, and F as well." And so on. Until I'm on P, Q and R and suddenly he's out of time.
Second, his tone was extremely offensive. He stopped just short of accusing me of plotting to steal his stuff. As if I'd want it. Most of his stuff is old and junk, we use equipment in other labs as much as we can. But his attitude makes me WANT to steal from him, just because I know I could get away with it (list or no list). This stupid list doesn't protect him or me. It's just a power ploy. A pathetic attempt to make me believe he controls anything about my future.
If I'm coming off a bit bitter and angry here, well, I am. I hope there will be slightly less stressful days ahead, if not contented or dare I say happier. He can't leave fast enough to suit me for sure.
If I were an optimistic soul, I might think the promised letter would materialize by the end of next week. Being a pessimistic cynical realist, I don't anticipate ever getting the letter from him.
[Warning: RANT!]
In a month's time no doubt I'll be crammed into yet another tiny overcrowded office that is chronically extremely hot and/or extremely cold, trying to get my work done with old malfunctioning equipment that no one knows how to use, starting new projects that are a ridiculous waste of time and taxpayer dollars and will bring us no closer to eradicating breast cancer but might further someone's career (not mine) ever so slightly. I'll be biting my tongue whenever my new boss opens his mouth because he'll make all kinds of grand promises--or any promises at all--which I won't believe. I wonder if it is worth it to put up with this so my husband can finish his degree. I so badly want to get out NOW, get a job teaching or in industry or in science writing, anything with a bit of stability and a bit less expensive nonsense. Heck, I'd take the expensive nonsense of some of the expense filtered its way into my own bank account.